Day 97 – cold, wet

Sunday, December 6, 2009
Day 97
1:23 pm – 2:20 pm

cold, wet

i like when it’s cold here
i like wearing coats and boots and scarves and fingerless mittens
i like eating udon and dduk mandoo gook and ramen and soup in general at this time
i like explaining to people that it can get cold in Los Angeles, it’s a matter of acclimation and relative experience
i like smoking when it is cold, but since i’m trying to quit, being able to see my breath in the air is cool too
i like knowing that, even if only for a few days of the season, it is very likely to rain at some point
i like watching hard rain hit the street in front of my house like pellets and how it pounds on my roof like a flurry of miniature bulls
i like knowing that my car will finally get a good car wash and i’ve gone yet another season without having to wash it myself
i like rolling my eyes with a happy sigh when my mom leaves messages suggesting that i do not drive or go out because it’s raining
i like hoping for rain
i don’t like those few cusp weeks when i’m so used to the lingering warmth of early Fall that i get caught at night in a tank top and slippers
i don’t like when people get irritated with someone who is shivering and could give a shit that it’s not as cold as the east coast
i don’t like it when people can’t seem to understand that it makes perfect sense to eat ice cream in the cold because that’s when it won’t melt
i don’t like driving for too long with the heater on unless we have the windows down
i don’t like how people say they wish it would rain and then curse it when they are caught on insufficient roads, or in traffic, or puddles
i don’t like how people suddenly stop knowing how to drive when it rains
i don’t like walking in a crowd of hungry, jumping umbrellas that are trying to attack my eyes or maybe
i don’t like when people walk around with huge umbrellas without paying attention to the eyes they’re almost taking out around them
i don’t like that my fun jaunt in to the cold might be the final unbearable night for someone who is wishing for shoes, or a roof, or summer
i don’t like people being cold when they don’t want to be

tkk

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About traciakemi

traci akemi kato-kiriyama - inter/multi-disciplinary theatre/performance artist, arts educator, cultural worker, community organizer. Tuesday Night Project; theatre, performance, writing, and teaching projects with many organizations and artists including: zero 3; Edge of The World for Asian Arts Initiative in Philadelphia and the National Asian American Theatre Festival in New York; "PULL" with Kennedy Kabasares in San Francisco; Nobuko Miyamoto and Great Leap Collaboratory I; TeAda; NCRR; Oymun's 11. Playwright for "Chasing Dad - a performance of a reading about a play i'm writing" presented by Inside the Ford for the Ford's Summer Playwright series. View all posts by traciakemi

One response to “Day 97 – cold, wet

  • Jeff Rogers

    In fact, I’m doing something similar over at fierceandnerdy.com — didn’t mean to leave a plug, it’s just that, like I said, it’s similar: a poem diary called “Three Line Lunch,” and on this day I, too, wrote about the rain. (How could you not) Stop by if you’ve a free moment.

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